Mike Lang smiled, nodded and said, "Yes, I believe it. Can you lend me your helmet?"

Tang Yunyang reached out and picked up his helmet and handed it to Mike Lang's hand.

This is a fiberglass spring and autumn helmet for motorcycles.

Tang Yunyang couldn't afford a special helmet at all, so he had to use this instead. The goggles on it were military products purchased online. This may seem trivial to us modern people, but in Mike Lang's eyes, it didn't look like that.

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The helmet looks extremely sturdy, but inside is a layer of soft cotton padding, connecting straps of unknown texture, and locks of unknown material.

"A very exquisite helmet. I believe you are from the future, especially your gliding delta wing. I have never seen it before."

Tang Yunyang was satisfied with the acceptance ability of this "banana man" and said proudly: "Of course you have never seen it. This thing was not invented by Americans until 1948. Oh, by the way, I forgot to ask, what time is it now?

It was World War I, what time was it exactly?"

Mike Lang was surprised, widened his eyes and asked: "World War I? Is there still a world war? Will there be a second one?"

Tang Yunyang shook his head: "I don't know. It's hard to say whether it will happen or not. The history I know is all unknown now."

"Oh, it's September 8, 1915..."

"September 1915...just when the "Fokker Disaster" began!"

"Fokker disaster?" Mike Lang had obviously never heard of this term.

"It refers to the fact that the aircraft of the Allied Powers do not have shooting coordinators, so that bullets pass through the propellers. They can only use push-type fighters with poor maneuverability, or install machine guns on the upper wings in the future, or use wedge-shaped steel plates to protect the propellers.

, but these are not the fundamental solution to the problem! It was not until later that the shooting coordinator was copied to finally gain air superiority!"

"You mean that this war will end with the victory of the Central Powers (Germany and Austria), which is unbelievable!"

Tang Yunyang shook his head, a little impatient.

"I told you, that has become unknown now. In the world I came from, the history was that the Allied Powers (Britain, France, the United States, Japan, and China) won a great victory, and finally signed an armistice agreement in the Compiègne Forest of France! But now, I

Now that we’re here, who knows what will happen in the future!”

Mike Lang took a few more puffs on his cigarette and then asked: "The shooting coordinator, is this what German aircraft rely on to make their machine gun bullets pass through the propeller? It knocked us down like flies!"

"Yes, the historical Fokker disaster occurred precisely because of the creation of this shooting coordinator!"

When Mike Lang heard the news, he was obviously very happy: "You are from a hundred years in the future, so you will definitely make that damn thing!"

Tang Yunyang shrugged: "I know the principle, but I can't say whether it can be done or not. You Americans... Oh, that's not right. The United States is not participating in the war now? How can you..." Tang Yunyang thought of the movie "Air Combat" he had watched.

"Heroes"...are you an American volunteer of Team Lafitte?"

"Yeah, what's so weird about this? Oh, by the way, I haven't asked your name yet, and you mentioned Baoji just now. Where are you from?"

"Who am I? I'm from Xi'an, and my name is Tang Yunyang."

"Nice to meet you. My hometown is also in Xi'an. We are fellow villagers!" Mike Lang reached out and shook Tang Yunqi, then said, "So, what are your plans?"

Having come to this time and space inexplicably, and then arriving in France during the First World War inexplicably, with no choice yet, Tang Yunyang said depressedly: "The Foreign Legion may be a good choice..."

Mike Lang raised his head and said: "The Borrowing Corps?! The place where they perform their missions is usually the place with the most casualties. It is said that the survival period of joining the Borrowing Corps is 6 to 10 weeks. Think about it, joining the Foreign Legion I guess you won't see the end of the war if you borrow the troops."

Tang Yunyang smiled slightly. He clearly remembered the survival period of a pilot of the Lafitte Squadron mentioned in "Heroes of Air Combat".

"So, what about you? Is the survival period of 3 to 6 weeks longer than theirs?"

"Haha...!" Mike Lang actually laughed out loud. "I think I can live for at least three more months! Or hiring mercenaries is not your best choice?"

When he heard that Mike Lang seemed to have other plans for his future, Tang Yunyang was moved in his heart and asked: "If you have any good suggestions, I would like to hear them!"

"You know, maybe we can cooperate."

"Cooperation, cooperation for what?"

Mike Lang's eyes flashed with light and he said: "We can cooperate to produce machine gun interrupters and sell them to aircraft manufacturers. And you must be very clear about future weapons, then we can make a fortune!"

Tang Yunyang shook his head at Mike Lang's "innocence": "Are you kidding? What do you have in terms of venue, funds, and manpower? And I don't even have a nationality. This thing is too whimsical!"

"Oh! Just like my father, you always think too much. If you ask me to say, everything can be done, as long as we think of some ways!"

Tang Yunyang didn't want to think too much about his "crazy" idea. He began to think that if he could find the registration office for French foreign mercenaries tomorrow, since this country is currently in the midst of a world war, there should be no problem!

Mike Lang was quite dissatisfied with Tang Yunyang's reaction, with crazy energy in his eyes. It seemed that since he grew up in the United States, his way of thinking was already very American.

"Or, I should give you an identity first!"

"Identity?! I think we need to leave here first. Who knows what will happen on the battlefield!"

Mike Lang, who was immersed in the dream of getting rich, shrugged his shoulders, but it seemed that getting rich was more important to him than the danger on the line of fire.

"Yes, we have to get out of here first, but don't tell others about your arrival a hundred years later. That might delay our plans to make a fortune!"

Tang Yunyang looked at the bonfire and couldn't make up his mind about where to go tomorrow. Regarding Mike Lang's warning, he thought vaguely: "Nonsense, why should I tell others!"

The night passed quickly under the flickering red light of the bonfire, and as the two young people chatted with each other more and more familiarly. When the sky turned slightly pale, something unexpected happened. .

"Woo...Woo..."

A low sound of an engine broke through the silence of the wilderness at dawn, and the frightened birds in the woods flew into the sky.

Tang Yunyang and Mike Lang were awakened by the sound, and they couldn't help but look at each other in the darkness before dawn.
Chapter completed!